Wolves at the Door - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,50

the pain wasn’t too excruciating, but Byron wrapped his larger hands around Graham’s arms and spread healing magic.

I don’t know, I kinda had a thing for men who could heal, I was starting to realize. I still thought it was pretty sexy that Jasper had picked up a little healing magic. It was subversive in the wizard community. Women were supposed to be healers, but why not let men heal? Byron had big, warm hands that could take care of anything, and right now he was definitely helping Graham. Which was also pretty sexy, like a brotherhood.

Or bond brothers, I thought. Maybe the idea did have some appeal to me when I saw how it might work.

I thought Graham might fight Byron’s intimate touch. But he didn’t.

I gave long, deep strokes to Graham’s cock, trying different things to see which he seemed to like best. My lips tight around him, my tongue along his length, a swirling motion? Well, I think he liked it all although it was hard to tell when he was also in pain and trying to control himself.

I cupped his balls in my hand and played with them a little as I licked the tip and he felt so tight, just ready to explode for me.

“It’s working,” Byron said. “The bones in his arms are set and knit. But no heavy lifting right now.” Byron stroked his hands along Graham’s ribcage.

“Fuck,” Graham panted.

Byron pushed Graham’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” he said. “But you’ll remember this quite fondly.”

Now Byron moved in behind me and ran his hands gently down Graham’s legs as his body pressed close to mine while I was sucking on Graham’s cock. I was starting to feel like I could touch him now, in the casual ways I wanted to touch him, my hand grazing his hip bone and then to the hard muscles of his abdomen.

“All right, angel,” Byron whispered. “I’ve put him back together. The best thing you can do for him now is to give him the sweet pleasure of your womanhood.”

My body was definitely yearning to feel Graham inside of me. The orgasm Byron gave me was a firecracker. Now I wanted pleasure with more depth.

I moved forward and Graham’s eyes were full of relief, desire and a dash of something else that I guessed was the fury and violation of being attacked by the wizard council.

Jasper had already been dealing with that same feeling. And I guessed Billie had been dealing with more of an accumulation of slights and cruelties, if never any broken bones.

My kin was to blame for a lot of pain.

This does need to be my fight now, I thought. Jake wants to protect me, but I have to stand with my friends, even if it’s dangerous, because otherwise this will just keep happening.

Graham reached for my face, his fingertips at my cheek.

I shut my eyes and took his cock inside me as I savored the feel of his hands reaching for me, wanting me, treasuring me. Once our bodies were together, he pulled me down against his chest. I rocked slowly over him, letting my body adjust to him filling me.

“Thank you for the rescue,” he said. “I’m coming back to Louisiana and…I’m staying. I’ll go wherever you need me to go.”

“Good. I have a lot to tell you.”

Byron was still just behind me, and he slipped his hands around my waist and then cupped my breasts.

“Ohh…” I looked nervously at Graham.

“You look incredibly sexy right now,” he said.

“I knew you would make an excellent incubus once you stopped trying to be human,” Byron said. “Fighting one’s nature is exhausting.”

“I guess there are better ways to be exhausted.” Graham’s smile was confident and devastating as his arms crossed with Byron’s, his hands moving around my ass. I was sandwiched between them, and I had never realized how good this could feel. How very natural, as if loving both of them was better than loving just one.

But I also get along so well with the Sullivans, and they…

I couldn’t think about it now. They were driving me to the heights of pleasure again, and pretty soon I was waking up with—Jake Sullivan standing over me with one raised eyebrow.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Helena

“Uhh…” Oh, Jasper was here too, I noticed. “I—I guess I nodded off.”

“I’m glad that was all it was,” Jake said, looking me over. I realized my shirt was shoved halfway up my stomach and my feet were splayed, knees up and pointed